She called herself an atheist.
\nSo full of her faith.
\nShe had covered her fences with flowers.
\nExpressed her devotion to the beautiful.
\nTo the way earth redeemed the light
\nfilling her eyes with petals.
\nCommotions of beauty inside her
\nas she assembled her bouquets.
\nShe said she was an atheist
\nas if she was threatened.
\nAs if the world would not understand her.
\nHer innate tenderness.
\nShe was a pilgrim in her garden.
\nShe had arranged a holy place
\nfor herself.<\/p>\n
I will die, she seemed to be saying.
\nStatues of dinosaurs and an Asian
\nwise man.
\nI will lose love and never arrive
\nat the edge of the sun.
\nI will never understand the odyssey
\nof the moon.
\nI can not be saved from the penalty
\nof being born.
\nOf wanting a God so much
\nto protect everything.
\nI am an atheist because
\nI have a soul,
\nbut no mother to turn to.
\nTo say prayers to before sleep.
\nCome, look at my garden,
\nwithout me it would die.
\nWithout God I will die.
\nAre my flowers beautiful?
\nCan I catch God with them?<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
She called herself an atheist. So full of her faith. She had covered her fences with flowers. Expressed her devotion to the beautiful. To the…<\/p>\n